scared thrilled scared thrill scared thrilled

I find most things in life both scary and thrilling. I suppose I should hope it's always this way, but sometimes it feels like an awful lot of work.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

How one should start

I’m not sure how to start this story. Maybe it should start with a hooded silhouette and the shadow of exhaled smoke moving across a brick wall. Or the feel of the saddle on a thirty year old motorcycle. Or a white and pointed curve of leather over a foot with a round worm-scar, and the leather swinging and placing over dirty spots of sheep’s blood and leaking trash. Or the scratching jump of the line on a hospital computer monitor. I’m not sure where, but I think it should start.